A Fine Profession (The Chambermaid's Tales Part One) (43 page)

“
Are you okay? You look as though you saw a ghost.”

“
It was as we thought. He tried to stop me. It was horrendous.”

“
Oh, petal,” Flo said emotionally, and Charlotte tucked her teary face into her friend's shoulder.

The child whimpered in anticipation of
milk and Charlotte brought him toward her chest, smelling the freshly-washed scent of his fine, blonde baby hair. She comforted herself with the thought that this time, history would not repeat itself. But always, there would be a chance of the past catching up with her. She just had to hope that he would read her book and realise the truth. She had to hope he would get himself better. She couldn't be around when that happened.

He would have to hit
rock bottom.

Sarah Michelle Lynch is a writer, wife and mother. She enjoys wine, travel and family get-togethers.

This is her first erotica outing, though she previously wrote a trilogy of science-fiction romances.

A Fine Profession
is inspired by a true story. Many suffer with aspects of low self-esteem but sometimes never realise there are ways of coping with it. The best way to overcome is to understand, but finding real love may help.

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IN PART TWO
…

A Fine Pursuit
, Noah's side of the story.

They were two souls wandering aimlessly until they met; their collision instant, categorical and unforgettable. Yet, their powerful sexual chemistry was still not enough to bind them together. Lottie provided her version of the story, now Noah gives us his…

Noah Yeardley
, the inimitable investment banker who captured the Chambermaid's heart, is a man misunderstood and wronged. With their love story circulating, he feels raw and useless. As he comes to terms with the death of his father and all that passed on with him, he knows The Pursuit is something he has a fine grasp of ‒ and is determined to do whatever it takes to bring back the only woman to truly sink herself into his heart.

When he is presented with a second chance, a long summer of hot dream dates, devastating confessions and shocking revelations await – but is the fantasy about to become a reality, or will Noah's past make it impossible for him to forge a new life with Charlotte?

Available to download 1st November 2013

Turn over for an excerpt…

Chapter 1

That woman. She betrayed me. I felt redemption was in my hands and then she wrenched it away. To top it off, her story has just been published (three days after she fucking left). Good going. She timed it all perfectly.

Two weeks have passed and I haven't read it, yet. I got a call from my secretary asking me whether I knew. She said she couldn't put the book down.

For fuck's sake.

Is the child mine?
I ask myself. That was a revelation I did not anticipate. Who else's could it be? Well, anyone's…

I guess I shall have to read that clandestine piece of tripe. Damn harlot.

I am laid on my bed in the Canary Wharf pad I let at a ridiculous cost and wonder, why I am living this life?
Why?
The black waters of the Thames below seem inviting.

A part of me worked tirelessly and relentlessly off the impetus all those years to show my father that I could make something of myself without his intervention. Now he is dead, I wonder,
What am I really doing with this life?
Charlotte made everything seem better and since she has been gone, it all seems so pointless and repetitive.

I have decided it is time to get my own back. So, here I am, with a recorder in hand. I will tell you my tale as I seek to chase down That Woman. I will not stop now until I get the truth from her. I will give this tape to whoever wants it afterward. I will do as she did and seek to drive her insane with those words of love she so blatantly disrespected by selling our story.

I have just slipped my cock out of my boxers to look at it. It disgusts me. The morning glory has been absent for some time, with my mind and my heart broken by that temptress. It's fat and flaccid and useless without her. I lay back and close my eyes. I try to picture a scene. A time when it was hot. Ha, that was most of the time, if not all. It was always hot with her. She had these round, azure-blue eyes that could knock the stuffing out of even the gruffest, vilest dickheads out there.

Me: a sucker.

I fell for her the moment I met her. She had the most luxurious breasts. I had to fall for one who was highly-sexed and more experienced than I though, didn't I? A woman with less complications might have been better… You can't tell I'm well and truly pissed off, can you?

Anyway, I remember… there was one time. She wore a small pair of denim shorts and this little white vest top with a sexy lace bra underneath. She had this thing for taking bike rides. So, one day I hired one for myself and we cycled out of
Nottingham and up into the countryside toward Sherwood Forest. For a smallish woman, she was strong and while I was panting with exhaustion, she raced on unfazed.

We reached a picnic stop and locked up the bikes. We followed a walking trail, seeking somewhere to have a picnic in peace. It did not seem like there were many people around. It was a sunny day but it was midweek. She took off her sandals and was talking about how wonderful it felt to have the grass between her toes. She stretched her arms above her head, walking on ahead of me while I carried the picnic bag. I watched her glowing arms and legs catching the rays, and the swell of her bottom in those shorts, and I had to have her. The lust was pulsing around my veins already.

God she was cute in white, too. She was muttering to herself about the birds and the trees and the smells of the forest and all I could do was soak up the sight of her body as she sashayed through the tall grass of the woodland we were travailing. Something caught in my throat when she turned to look at me with that I'm-so-innocent-and-cute stare, and I dropped the bag on the ground. I walked up to her, picked her up, and raced on ahead with her in my arms to force her against a tree. I needed to put my mark on her. She had always been a responsive lover, right from the start, and this is what I loved most about her. She wanted it as much as I and we were mad for one another. I literally thought my days of romancing were over. I thought sex was a chore until I met her. She made it fun and exciting, and then, we had fallen in love. That made it even better. Seeing her love for me in those young, vibrant eyes was both perplexing and delicious.

As I lay here now, the thought of her against that tree has made my cock spring up a little. So… yeah, where was I? She tried to brush off my affection. She told me it was not that long since we had last made love but I said the scene and her body in those clothes made me mad. She tried to push me away, claiming I was too sweaty for her liking. I insisted she would like it. Before long, we were grasping and clawing at one another. I sought to make her beg with deep, intense kisses I knew she loved. When her hands made their way into my hair, that was the signal that she was readying herself.

I am looking at my cock now and it is flaming purple at the head at the thought of her arse in those shorts and the large breasts heaving under my command. Boy, they were immense. They were smooth and bouncy and she had the most fantastic red nipples that jutted out like bullets when we were in coitus.

She whispered in my ear as I kissed her throat,
“I just need you inside me, Noah.”

I needed no telling. We lay on the ground and we undid one another's shorts. Hidden amongst tall trees and thick grass, we were protected from view somewhat, but I knew she would have secretly been pleased to have someone find us like that. She was the ultimate exhibitionist. She had told me about her affairs at The Lodge and I had listened intently, always aroused by her method of storytelling but nevertheless secretly disgusted that the woman I loved had been seen enjoying herself by so many men. And worse, even, men who did care about her like I did. That infuriated me.

She held my thick cock and stuffed it between her legs. I had to find all of her at once. I was aching with the need, so was she.

“
I love you, Noah,” she told me repeatedly, and I always believed her.